O Kenmure's On And Awa, Willie

      O Kenmure's on and awa, Willie,      O Kenmure's on and awa:      An' Kenmure's lord's the bravest lord      That ever Galloway saw.       Success to Kenmure's band, Willie!      Success to Kenmure's band!      There's no a heart that fears a Whig,      That rides by kenmure's hand.       Here's Kenmure's health in wine, Willie!      Here's Kenmure's health in wine!      There's ne'er a coward o' Kenmure's blude,      Nor yet o' Gordon's line.       O Kenmure's lads are men, Willie,      O Kenmure's lads are men;      Their hearts and swords are metal true,      And that their foes shall ken.       They'll live or die wi' fame, Willie;      They'll live or die wi' fame;      But sune, wi' sounding victorie,      May Kenmure's lord come hame!       Here's him that's far awa, Willie!      Here's him that's far awa!      And here's the flower that I loe best,      The rose that's like the snaw.